The shy Kashmiri who for centuries would look at the world with gentle amazement, not knowing what his fate would be. He would find himself reconciled to a strange role of being born in a paradise where he is treated poorly & ignored. There are probably a few races in the world upon whom hands of fate have been laid so heavily. Nature has been so kind to us, with its big chinars nodding with the dignity of centenarians, seeing all yet so quiet. The spiritual deodar whispering to the breeze to wake its inhabitants. Not to forget the elegant willow bending and pulling us, to wake up and be what we ought to be.We are completely non political, but we are aware of our surroundings, let us know what others say about kashir ,think about us. Our revolution will come as we grow. Takht i Sulieman is empty, waiting for us to rise and shine. We have to learn to forget our dark ages in which we suffered nothing but degradation , fear and shame which so sadly was never our making. Let the world know that we do exist held together by the snow capped mountains of Kashmir. For Kashmir still stands there, in spite of all that has happened ; it is for us to make of it something fine and grand, so that our races would follow proud and high , not for the heavenly lakes and valleys but for the integrity of the people to which it really belongs. Aren�t we the mountains of Kashmir occupied , yet not conquered ? |
| The Shy Kashmiri |
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